Fat, lazy, stupid, slob

Useless, unwanted, burden

Never amount to anything

For a lifetime

I listened to these words

Made them mine

Heard them

Over and over in my mind

Making them real

Until now

I can’t tell where they end

And my thoughts begin

Afraid to believe

Not daring to hope, unable to trust

Fearful and afraid

Where do I go?

Who can I trust, who do I know?

Who will love me for me?

My child.

Wait, what did you call me?

My child, I will love you for you.

Why, what must I do?

I have loved you from the beginning of time.

There must be a catch.

What do I need to do?

Nothing.  I created you and love you as you are.

What?! With all these imperfections?

Why? Why me?

I chose you because of who you are.

What?! Is this a bad joke?

But why me?

Aren’t there others better suited for you

And your needs than me?

No, I want you

Because through me all things are possible

When you lean on me.

When you trust me

You can do the impossible

Through me

Most importantly

Remember, my child, I am ALWAYS there

Because I love you

I love you

You are my child and always will be

THANK YOU!

Psalm 139:13-14 (NIV)

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Thank you Rita for this beautiful poem! I know we all wrestle with insecurities. It’s so tough! I pray Rita’s poem has been a blessing and encouragement to you.

How has God helped you with your scars? Share with us so we can be encouraged.